"Go to collect flames and divinity, and you can also take the throne at the end of the road...Yarhak...Nickmus...Baidinal..."

The weird tone and obscure words echoed in Vinson's mind, like a messy nightmare that could not be removed.

Vinson tried hard to open his eyes, but was still shocked: "Where is this?"

The gray and yellow lights flickered, and the weak figure in the mirror in front of him was gasping violently.

In the mirror, there was a young man wearing a white shirt, black strap trousers, black hair, thin body and pale face like a dead person.

The young man was leaning weakly on the corner of the wall, with purple-black blood marks on his neck.

"Is this me? A guy with impotence and kidney deficiency on his face?" Vincent stood up holding the wall and looked around.

The gray wallpaper on the wall is already very old, with dusty gas lights embedded on the top of the head.

The window glass next to it was covered with religious printed stickers, and today's morning newspaper was hung on the wall.

"The Brave Fifth Corps wiped out 34 members of the rebels under the "Fire of Dawn" yesterday."

"The Melting Furnace Church officially released a flame redemption coupon, which only takes 30 Canadian dollars to obtain the original flame purification and advance to the realm of light."

"The Steam Guild's heated bathtub is sold in a hot spot and has become the standard for middle-class successful people."

Turning his head and looking at the shelf next to him, there were various tools on it.

A folded razor full of blood, a roll of gauze, a dark yellow iodine wine, and a few bottles filled with dark red liquid.

"Is this... a hair salon?" As I thought, memories came one after another.

This place is the Gallian Empire, the city of Ryan.

This is a different world driven by coal and flames, with customs and cultures in the early Victorian period.

A steam era where ignorance and knowledge run parallel, and technology and superstition intertwined.

Apart from the steam, steel, top hats and white gloves that Vincent is well known to him.

There are also animals that turn from animals into diseases, immortality to extinguish the holy fire, and what is known as black gold: coal.

In 1699, the Holy Fire was about to be extinguished, and the monsters were in trouble, and the cults were raging, and the people were living in dire straits.

The bureaucrats of the thousand-year imperial world were corrupt and outsourced everything to the church and warlords. The nobles thought they could stay out of the matter and immerse themselves in extravagant enjoyment.

His name is Vincent Ludwig, 24 years old, and is a barber certified by the church.

The barbers of this era not only cut hair and shave, but also bleed and extracted teeth for patients and helped police perform autopsy.

"It's really a good career." Vincent expressed satisfaction with his identity through time.

The barbers of this era are also the source of surgeons and forensics, and there are many projects that can make money, especially bloodletting therapy.

The blue and white turntable lights placed at the door of a modern hair salon represent two blood vessels, veins and arteries.

"If you don't get cured for a long time, you will lose three pounds of blood, which will ensure that you will turn into bad luck when you are lucky."

Vincent said as he picked up the newspaper casually and looked at it. The whole article was filled with reports of uprisings, rebellion, and absurd and weird news, comparable to the late Qing Dynasty.

The empire was incompetent, warlord separatist, and church corruption led to social unrest.

All kinds of strange events and terrifying legends emerge one after another.

The cemetery girl is a staircase, a fierce staircase, a fierce baby with blood, a fierce god, a water monkey, rumors are everywhere, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Recently, there has been a mysterious beast-turning disease in Ryan City. People who get sick will gradually turn into monsters, which makes people panic.

Vincent also, at the order of the church the day before yesterday, personally dissected a human monster whose limbs had turned into tentacles.

In fact, Vincent didn't want to go from the bottom of his heart, but if he didn't go, he wouldn't be able to make a living.

After all, my barber qualification certificate was issued by the church.

There are all people in the church who are professional barbers like Vincent, but how could noble clergy perform such dirty and dangerous work?

So, this dangerous dirty and tiring work was handed over to people like Vincent and others in the lower class.

Vincent still clearly remembered that the human internal organs and physiological structures were no longer human.

When the dissection was about to end, all the internal organs were dug out, and they could still cheat the zombie, almost biting one of Vincent's hands.

And in the face of this danger, the church will not give him a share of his labour.

"When I become Long Aotian, take down the saint, marry the pope, and give you all the charlatans."

But then I thought about it and learned from my memory that the saint is 65 years old this year, and the pope is even a 71-year-old man.

Vincent smacked his lips: "Forget it, forget it, why can't you get along with yourself?"

"My core question now is who strangled me to death."

Vincent touched the scars on his neck, and the violent stinging stimulating his nerves.

"Who is here? Why can't I remember it?"

"I remember that in the end someone seemed to ask me to bleed..."

While Vincent was pondering, he heard a slight knock at the door.

"Damn it, won't it?"

Vincent picked up his pocket watch and looked at it. It was already nine:30 pm.

The hair salon is a place for bloodletting, and it emits a smell of blood all day long. It is said that it will attract some blood-thirsty monsters.

In the Gallion Empire, the unspoken rule of all hair salons is that after nine o'clock, you have to pretend that you can't hear any knock on the door.

Don't answer, don't open the door, and don't look out through the crack of the door, otherwise the monster can run in through the crack of the door.

In Vincent's impression, two of his colleagues, Su Hu, evaporated from the world because of this reason.

Twist twist... Twist

"Will there really be a vampire coming to ask me for blood, right?"

Just as Vincent was restless, he suddenly heard a strange cry outside the door.

Hahaha!

Then a pitch-black wing flashed by, and the crow fell in front of the window.

"Dog-day crow! It's so unlucky."

Only then did Vincent see clearly that it was a crow falling in front of the door and just pecking the door with his mouth.

Just as Vincent was about to open the door to teach this guy a lesson, he saw a big hand covered in blood squeezing the crow.

"Damn!" Seeing this scene, Vincent's heart was so scared that he jumped. He quickly pulled the curtains, inserted the door latch, and quickly retreated.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

This time, a real knock sounded.

Heavy and rapid, as if every stroke was about to smash the door.

Vincent clenched his fists at this time, and sweat oozed out of his forehead.

"Thank you, Brother Crow, for saving my life."

If it weren't for the crow, Vincent, who was knocking on the monster's door, looked out, probably now he was dead.

Vincent muttered, thinking about countermeasures quickly in his mind.

Not all barbers can encounter this kind of knock on the door.

According to legend, only those with a small lifespan will encounter this kind of thing.

Those monsters were actually messengers of the Abyss and Underworld. They took away their lives while drinking blood.

And the only solution to this kind of thing... is to pray to the great original flame.

"grass!"

Thinking of this, Vincent couldn't help but curse and quickly thought about his knowledge before traveling through time.

Sooner or later, the breaking door will be knocked open. I just came over and couldn't die just like that.

That would be too embarrassing to the face of the Time Traveler Army!

"I remember before I traveled through time, I was bored in a game of playing the God-Summoning Game."

"Is it because the spell method I made on Baidu has taken effect!?"

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The knocks outside were even more urgent.

"If you don't try it, you'll die!"

Then Vincent used his Baidu method again.

I tore off a rough and dark yellow book paper.

Turning around, he couldn't find the ink, so he turned on the slightly hot blood.

The fingers dipped in blood and put a complex and mysterious pattern on the paper.
To be continued...